Day 4 of blogging and I have to say I'm starting to enjoy doing it--it gives me something to focus my mind on and the freedom to do whatever I want. I put some pictures of my dog, Duke, up today and maybe tomorrow I'll add some photos of my turtle--who knows. The sky is the limit.
So far while I am sure I haven't formulated much of an audience I've still put up a way to subscribe via email and I've also put up twitter integration. It makes it feel a whole lot sharper and more personal. I'm probably going to add much more--but as the saying so Rome wasn't built in a day. All great things come with time.
So like hasn't been what I've dreamed of up to this point, there is still time to make great changes--to develop, to evolve into the person I want to be.
The world creates many obstacles, but mountains can be moved...and if not moved right away they tend to erode overtime anyways.
Today has been uneventful, got up, been sitting and watching an Indiana Jones marathon on TV, and doing other odd things. Cleaned the back deck as it needed to be cleaned. Yesterday the lawn was cut and I discovered a bounty of grasshoppers. I caught a few and then passed them on to a very hungry and thankful turtle.
I'm considering putting up an ad here on my site to discover if I could make any money from blogging. Even if I made just one dollar that would be very cool. Right now I'm going to add some gadgets and see if I can improve on the layout a bit.
This is the place I come to be with my thoughts. To remember where I come from and to imagine where I'm going. We cannot change the past but we can change the future.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
My Dog Duke
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| Duke waits patiently and poses for a picture while I wave a treat above the camera. |
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| Duke stares up at me, still waiting patiently with hunger. |
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| Good boy Duke, you are one handsome devil. |
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| Duke wanders into the kitchen and is confronted with camera flashes. |
Friday, July 8, 2011
Day 3: the end of the world as we know it?
I seem to find myself very unpopular today and I'm not sure why. Yesterday I found myself in great conversations and now it seems like everyone has fallen off the face of the earth. Ever have days where you feel like you are just invisible?
I hate to say it but I need people and today...I have no people, but what I don't understand is why that happens? I can't find anyone at all to talk to, everyone must be out living their lives, while I was stuck at home again. It wasn't a productive day yet again as my job hunting friend did not show up nor did he even text me to tell me what was going on. So...it looks like I'm going to have to start doing things on my own, scary as it might be to someone like myself who is just a little bit co-dependent.
I played Mario Kart, again, and won a few stars though I am now having some trouble gaining the stars in the last two cups. I really want them, but I'm also getting my butt handed to me.
Why did I get up early this morning? It all doesn't make sense now and maybe I should just have gone back to bed. I might be getting a job however, I had a good lead that I was supposed to further...today, but I'm not sure if I want to take the leap. A job is a job when you need money, but I doubt I will find happiness even there.
The blog seems a bit more downgraded compared to my other ones, I guess I am just a little bit off and maybe there is some signal to the rest of the world to avoid me.
I'm not sure how I want to spend the rest of my night, perhaps the night will decide for me eventually. Still...just waiting...
I hate to say it but I need people and today...I have no people, but what I don't understand is why that happens? I can't find anyone at all to talk to, everyone must be out living their lives, while I was stuck at home again. It wasn't a productive day yet again as my job hunting friend did not show up nor did he even text me to tell me what was going on. So...it looks like I'm going to have to start doing things on my own, scary as it might be to someone like myself who is just a little bit co-dependent.
I played Mario Kart, again, and won a few stars though I am now having some trouble gaining the stars in the last two cups. I really want them, but I'm also getting my butt handed to me.
Why did I get up early this morning? It all doesn't make sense now and maybe I should just have gone back to bed. I might be getting a job however, I had a good lead that I was supposed to further...today, but I'm not sure if I want to take the leap. A job is a job when you need money, but I doubt I will find happiness even there.
The blog seems a bit more downgraded compared to my other ones, I guess I am just a little bit off and maybe there is some signal to the rest of the world to avoid me.
I'm not sure how I want to spend the rest of my night, perhaps the night will decide for me eventually. Still...just waiting...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The blog strikes back
This is the sequel to my first post, and in my mind I would like to begin posting everyday just to capture the full picture of my mind as it changes. I doubt I will keep up that perfection, but there was a time when I posted on a daily blog and sometimes more than once a day.
Life hasn't felt the same as I've grown up, something about everything has lost that childhood wonder as it has given in to the harsh bite of reality. Things were once so simple and everything is magical. I remember watching movies over and over because they were just so good--but as for me now everything seems to have lost its luster, including movies and the video games I play. Reality bites, but in a fantasy world is always where I most felt at home. That world has been lost mainly I believe by things that steal away the imagination. Perhaps it is time to start reading books again as they inspire a bit more than video games.
I've been an utter failure as a creative writer, unable to write even the smallest of stories anymore. It's not that I don't want to, but perhaps that I feel I am unable to live up to expectations, mine and everyone else's. My imagination is small anymore, but my passion to create still remains. I see it when I play certain video games, or when I write. Even if it has dwindled into the smallest bit of ash it can be reignited. I've never been much for writing outside of a scholastic setting, needing to be pushed to do what should come naturally.
Sometimes I wake up so late that I think the day is lost, so I often give in to that fate. Today is not going to be one of those days. I'm dedicated to at least thinking in a productive way if I can't for some reason be productive.
Tomorrow I journey out from my circle of comfort into a greater world, looking for employment and most likely not finding anything that truly interests me. It is a pain that a life costs so much to live. Even with the small things of rent and electricity we can end up in more debt to someone else than we would like.
It's too bad, and again we must find escape where we can--in books, in movies, the internet, in thought, in activities that occupy our minds, or sometimes even in sleeping longer than we should.
Life hasn't felt the same as I've grown up, something about everything has lost that childhood wonder as it has given in to the harsh bite of reality. Things were once so simple and everything is magical. I remember watching movies over and over because they were just so good--but as for me now everything seems to have lost its luster, including movies and the video games I play. Reality bites, but in a fantasy world is always where I most felt at home. That world has been lost mainly I believe by things that steal away the imagination. Perhaps it is time to start reading books again as they inspire a bit more than video games.
I've been an utter failure as a creative writer, unable to write even the smallest of stories anymore. It's not that I don't want to, but perhaps that I feel I am unable to live up to expectations, mine and everyone else's. My imagination is small anymore, but my passion to create still remains. I see it when I play certain video games, or when I write. Even if it has dwindled into the smallest bit of ash it can be reignited. I've never been much for writing outside of a scholastic setting, needing to be pushed to do what should come naturally.
Sometimes I wake up so late that I think the day is lost, so I often give in to that fate. Today is not going to be one of those days. I'm dedicated to at least thinking in a productive way if I can't for some reason be productive.
Tomorrow I journey out from my circle of comfort into a greater world, looking for employment and most likely not finding anything that truly interests me. It is a pain that a life costs so much to live. Even with the small things of rent and electricity we can end up in more debt to someone else than we would like.
It's too bad, and again we must find escape where we can--in books, in movies, the internet, in thought, in activities that occupy our minds, or sometimes even in sleeping longer than we should.
Now it's personal
With the rise of social media I like many people fell prey the sirens of first myspace and then facebook. They pull you in and then offer the chance to keep in touch with your "friends" or merely people you'vde decided to friend for one reason or another. Most people might enjoy such things, but I found them to be empty version of friendship and the most mundane things in peoples lives. Social media encourages you to buy into the idea that it brings you closer together, but from my experience I never felt further apart from people.
I got my start in blogging on the internet when I was a mere lad in high school, on a seemingly now obsolete site called livejournal. Mostly it involved me complaing about my problems and acting like a general emo kid, and I found it fun to have an audience.
The will to write has been in me since I was forming letters on pages, learning to spell, writing short stories, getting good grades on the majority of my written assignments throughout my scholastic career. And of course writing and being able to express myself well through that artform led me to major in journalism in college. This is something I don't regret, though another myth put upon people is that a college degree guarentees you get a career. My string of dead end jobs disproves this theory; I seem to be more down on my luck that most people: or I'm lacking in the motivation.
I feel blogging is key for me now. I've tried many blogs and failed since my original--and I hope that it will not be the case here once again. I have to learn from my failures and know why I failed--I wasn't truly passionate and I gave into the myth that people actually wanted to read what I wrote. This isn't the case either. My primary audience while blogging should be myself, though I am going to try my hand with a business blog that I want people to read, while writing here personally.
I may lack for grammar or punctuation and I'm not going to spell check and will write what comes naturally. I don't want to lack for passion and I want to rediscover everything that makes me alone great as an individual. This is my journey, feel free to read along.
As for my name, my new flagship screen-name. Quixotic derived from Don Quixote, which has several definitions that might apply: (1)extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable. (2)impulsive and often rashly unpredictable. )( I think the term fits me properly as a person as I do behave in those myriad of ways at times. For the second part of my name "Haven" for this is to be my shelter from the real world and all the pitfalls it provides. Sometimes we as humans just need to get away. Our problems often follow us where we choose to go, but for a moment in our own minds I do believe we can reach some small escape. The world doesn't always work the way I would like, but it is important for my own mind and my soul to work in the fashion I desire.
I'm going to use this blog for introspection and should I decide I need another blog for "emo" purposes I will create one for when my mind goes completely off the fringe. Sometimes we let our emotions overwhelm us and it keeps our world cloudy, which then keeps us from truly getting better until we let it all out.
I'm looking forward to writing more soon but I think for now I have said my peace to put a pun forward.
I got my start in blogging on the internet when I was a mere lad in high school, on a seemingly now obsolete site called livejournal. Mostly it involved me complaing about my problems and acting like a general emo kid, and I found it fun to have an audience.
The will to write has been in me since I was forming letters on pages, learning to spell, writing short stories, getting good grades on the majority of my written assignments throughout my scholastic career. And of course writing and being able to express myself well through that artform led me to major in journalism in college. This is something I don't regret, though another myth put upon people is that a college degree guarentees you get a career. My string of dead end jobs disproves this theory; I seem to be more down on my luck that most people: or I'm lacking in the motivation.
I feel blogging is key for me now. I've tried many blogs and failed since my original--and I hope that it will not be the case here once again. I have to learn from my failures and know why I failed--I wasn't truly passionate and I gave into the myth that people actually wanted to read what I wrote. This isn't the case either. My primary audience while blogging should be myself, though I am going to try my hand with a business blog that I want people to read, while writing here personally.
I may lack for grammar or punctuation and I'm not going to spell check and will write what comes naturally. I don't want to lack for passion and I want to rediscover everything that makes me alone great as an individual. This is my journey, feel free to read along.
As for my name, my new flagship screen-name. Quixotic derived from Don Quixote, which has several definitions that might apply: (1)extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable. (2)impulsive and often rashly unpredictable. )( I think the term fits me properly as a person as I do behave in those myriad of ways at times. For the second part of my name "Haven" for this is to be my shelter from the real world and all the pitfalls it provides. Sometimes we as humans just need to get away. Our problems often follow us where we choose to go, but for a moment in our own minds I do believe we can reach some small escape. The world doesn't always work the way I would like, but it is important for my own mind and my soul to work in the fashion I desire.
I'm going to use this blog for introspection and should I decide I need another blog for "emo" purposes I will create one for when my mind goes completely off the fringe. Sometimes we let our emotions overwhelm us and it keeps our world cloudy, which then keeps us from truly getting better until we let it all out.
I'm looking forward to writing more soon but I think for now I have said my peace to put a pun forward.
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